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- PITCH PERFECT BLACK -
Shadows meet in deafening silence
Writhing with tattoos carved into flesh
Shredded and ragged, tad bit tattered
Left inside the reaper's caress
You keep on telling me
To push back against the wall
Mountainous with jagged peaks
Just a perfect place
Where could it all go wrong?
Picture me a perfect black
And I'll show you my soul
Wrapped in a burial shroud
Dyed in the pitchest black
I am
You keep on begging me
To push you against the wall
Wanting me to kiss perfect peaks
A little harder
I'm brutal with my love
We twist as two vipers in torment
I will suck the venom from your fangs
Just sink them into my eager flesh
Then juice me dry with our love and pain
Picture me a perfect black
And I'll show you my soul
Wrapped in a burial shroud
Dyed in the pitchest black
I am
No more nights of peaceful rest
For the wolves are at my door
Howling my descent at the moon
N o m o r e n i g h t s
F o r t h e w o l v e s
H o w l i n g a t t h e m o o n
P e a c e f u l r e s t
A t m y d o o r
H o w l i n g m y d e s c e n t
I am
Once more it seems set to die again
I always give when you surely take
My breath away like a death rattle
Upon my lungs a taste of the grave
You keep on killing me
Memories upon the wall
Patiently waiting there to strike
Twist the screws deeper
Kill myself on my own
Picture me a perfect black
And I'll show you my soul
Wrapped in a burial shroud
Dyed in the pitchest black
I am
Pitch
Perfect
Black
(c) 2017 Frank Green
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